It’s in your heart, it’s in your art, your beauty.
Even in this world of lies, there’s purity,
You’ve got innocence in your eyes.
Even in this world of lies, you’re still hopeful.
Hope is like a lighthouse keeper’s beam
Hope the master cobbler of our dreams
For Hope believes in desert streams
The mightiest of stars
The microcosm in a jar
Vast or small they all revolve on Hope
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star…
We watch the shows, we watch the stars
On videos for hours and hours
We hardly need to use our ears
How music changes through the years
I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write the songs
Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn’t live without me no more
Listen mister, can’t you see I got to get back
To my baby once-a more
Anyway, yeah
All you young wild girls
You make a mess of me
Yeah, you young wild girls
You’ll be the death of me, the death of me
All you young wild girls
No matter what you do (No matter what you do)
Yeah, you young wild girls
I’ll always come back to you, come back to you
Bad girls,
Talking about the sad girls.
Sad girls,
Talking about bad girls, yeah.
So you’re a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can’t get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy
I’m that bad type
Make your mama sad type
Make your girlfriend mad type
Might seduce your dad type
I’m the bad guy
My perfect mistake
And maybe he’ll break my heart
'Cause he’ll take my heart when he goes
I’m dreading the day when he justs walks away
He’s my boy
He drives me insane…
So though for breakfast she makes coffee that tastes like sham. . .
. . . Poo
I come home for dinner and get peanut butter stew
Or, if I’m in luck
It’s broiled hockey puck
But, oh well, what the hell
She’s my girl
And I love her
Don’t want to be a Canadian idiot
Don’t want to be some beer swillin’ hockey nut
And do I look like some frost bitten hosehead
I never learned my alphabet from A to zed
They all live on donuts and moose meat
And the buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun
And we will probably go too
And that is our great reward
For being the Royal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen
I’m clearly Canadian,
This country always gets the best of me.
I’m clearly Canadian,
Where stars burn bright,
Over snow so white,
Under northern lights, you can bury me.
Times have changed, our kids are getting worse
They won’t obey their parents, they just want to fart and curse!
Should we blame the government?
Or blame society?
Or should we blame the images on TV?
No! Blame Canada
Blame Canada
With all their beady little eyes
And flapping heads so full of lies
Blame Canada!
Blame Canada!
Once inside a woman’s heart
A man must keep his head
Heaven opens up the door
Where angels fear to tread
Some men go crazy
Some men go slow
Some men go just where they want
Some men never go
Ooooooh, blame it on midnight
Whooooooa, shame on the moon
Oh, she may be weary
Young girls they do get weary
Wearing that same old shabby dress, yeah yeah
But when she gets weary
Try a little tenderness
Try to see it my way
Do I have to keep on talking til I can’t go on
Oh, baby. I can feel this feeling
That everything you do gives me…
It’s been too long
Since somebody whispered
Shut up and kiss me
Shut up and kiss me
Oh don’t you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me
I said you’re holding back
She said shut up and dance with me
This woman is my destiny
She said oh oh oh
Shut up and dance with me